"What's so inconvenient about it? He can't beat me. Besides, don't I have your magic?"
Qiao Annie didn't find it inconvenient at all. After all, Jon had just rejected the new house she found two days ago, and then bought a villa near Manchester that wasn't too big.
It was definitely the kind that Joanne couldn't afford herself.
Joanne couldn't figure out why Jon did this. Of course, it could also be because there were many things between the two of them that needed to be kept secret. It was indeed inconvenient for her to live in the school's staff dormitory.
She wasn't the Wizard, so she couldn't solve the problem. Living out of the dormitory was indeed a good idea, and she also had a place to create.
But this was a matter for the future. Right now, she was curious about one thing.
"Why are you standing here? Don't tell me they can escape from the island? "
"Of course not. Just watch."
Jon handed the binoculars in his hand to Joanne, then pressed the walkie-talkie to ask the pilot to come closer. He then turned off the walkie-talkie and explained to Joanne,
"Tomorrow is the 31st of July. Today is the deadline for Harry to reply to the notice. Someone will definitely come. Oh right, after they leave, you can go in and do a profiling."
…
Harry was extremely uncomfortable in the house.
This place was even more depressing than the cupboard. Because of the storm, the torrential waves outside were slapping against the walls of this small wooden hut. Moreover, the raging winds were blowing against the filthy windows of the hut, making them feel like they were about to fall off at any moment.
Aunt Penny found a few moldy quilts in the house and made a bed for Dudley on the sofa in the outer room.
She and her husband had gone to sleep in the inner, pockmarked bed; and Harry had managed to find the least uncomfortable spot on the floor, where he had curled himself up under the thin tattered coverlet and forced himself to close his eyes.
The storm outside was getting heavier and heavier. The thunder mixed with Dudley's snoring made him restless. He shivered in the cold and couldn't sleep. At this time, his stomach started to churn. He stood up and walked to Dudley's side, trying to pull a quilt from Dudley's body. However, he didn't succeed. He accidentally looked at the watch on Dudley's wrist.
The hands on the luminous watch were ticking, and it was close to twelve o 'clock. In other words, his eleventh birthday was coming soon.
…
"It's coming."
Jon patted Joanne's back and reminded her to pay attention, "The road in front of the wooden house."
Joanne quickly adjusted the angle of the binoculars. Unfortunately, the sky was too dark. She didn't have Jon's magic glasses, so it was difficult for her to see who was coming. She could only see a huge shadow.
"What is this?" She asked in surprise, "Is this a mountain?"
"Hagrid, the guardian of the Hogwarts' hunting ground. You've read about him in the files. He's the hybrid giant who took Harry away from the ruins of Potter's Manor 11 years ago."
Jon looked at the image in the glasses. When Hagrid appeared, he didn't see how Hagrid appeared. He only saw the magic elements in the air start to gather. That was when he knew Hagrid was here.
It shouldn't be Apparition. Hagrid dropped out of school when he was in his third year, so he shouldn't be able to learn such a profound spell. But logically speaking, Hagrid was already in his sixties. Although he was forbidden to use magic, it was not impossible for him to learn magic.
Oh, the Apparition Apparition would be recorded in the Magic Department, so it shouldn't be Apparition.
Was that a flying motorcycle?
He didn't hear anything. Jon thought that it should be some kind of flying magic. Otherwise, there was no way to explain it.
But while he was thinking about it, Joanne had put down the binoculars and turned back into the house.
Jon felt the shield suddenly shrink. He raised his hand and looked at the time. The needle pointed to twelve. Hagrid must have started to break the door.
He waved his wand to disperse the shield around him. He turned and walked into the cabin. At first glance, he saw Joanne sitting at the table with a pen and paper and a radio in front of her.
"What are you doing?"
He asked Joanne, who was adjusting the radio.
"Monitoring. Don't tell me I only installed one listening device?"
Qiao Anne didn't even raise her head as she adjusted the radio. She knew that the rustling sound had been replaced by snoring.
"What did you put the new listening device on?"
"Mrs. Dursley's clothes. I put it on this morning." Joanne complained, "It's really difficult. If I hadn't been fast enough, I wouldn't have been able to install it. And this listening device needs to be turned on by a signal here first."
Jon ignored the investigator's complaint and sat down to listen to the sound over there.
Since he couldn't watch the live broadcast, it was good to listen to the live broadcast.
…
Harry stood in front of Dudley and watched the hands on his watch jump a few times. When the clock passed twelve, he wished himself a happy birthday and was ready to go back to bed.
But as soon as he turned around, he heard a loud noise behind him.
The whole cabin shook because of the loud noise. Harry stared at the door. It seemed that something was going to break in.
Then there was another knock on the door. This time, everyone in the room finally woke up.
Harry heard Dudley mutter, "What's that sound?" Then he saw his uncle scramble out of the room with a gun and point it at the door.
"Who's outside?"
Mr. Dursley shouted fiercely, "I'm warning you, I have a gun!"
It was quiet outside for a while.
Then the door fell from the frame with a crack, and there was a smell of blood.
The figure behind the door was exposed, but the head was not visible.
But Harry saw it at once, for the head lowered and pushed its way in through the doorway.
It was a man as tall as a hill, with a bushy beard and unkempt hair that almost covered his face. Under the lush hair, a pair of eyes like black beetles gleamed.
The giant managed to squeeze into the room, hunched over so that his head just brushed the ceiling.
Then he bent down to pick up the door panel and easily installed it in the doorframe.
With him there, the sound of the storm seemed to die down.
Harry watched the man turn around with difficulty, and then said, "Can I have a cup of hot tea? It's been a hard trip … "
His voice was louder than that of Mr. Dursley and Dudley put together, and by the time he reached the sofa, Dudley was clearly frightened.
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